Sun Bolan couldn't sit still, so he picked up a copy of "Di Chao" he bought at the door just now and started to read it casually.
After reading a few articles, he saw something that made his eyes wide open. He threw the newspaper on the ground and shouted: "Stupid pig, you actually spoke to the king, your stupid brain is full of water!"
Di Chao's newspaper was Linzhuang. He had a reputation as a civil servant. He was an old Beijinger and failed in the imperial examination, so he applied for a security guard. He was always very respectful to King Qi, but he still published the story of Shuiyun Temple.
Not to mention, the person who wrote the manuscript was Xiang Fengzhi. This person himself remembered that he was an old scholar, even worse than Lin Zhuang. He could never win the imperial examination in his life. He claimed to be noble, but now he is full of flattery, singing praises, and singing praises to the king.
"Asshole, was it right to attack Shuiyun Temple? That is the achievement of the King."
Sun Bolan couldn't bear to pick it up again, turned over a few pages, saw a few familiar names, and threw them away bitterly. I don't know if these scholars really took refuge in the king, or if they were out of their minds!
But no matter which one it is, once you have said something good for the king, it cannot be used by the prince!
"Also, that's all. This manuscript of "Sweeping away the Fishy Wind" is simply deplorable! Although it does not explicitly belittle the kings, it blindly praises the king. It is deplorable and deplorable!"
"We can't let it go and let others follow suit, and things will get into trouble."
"The reputation of the acting king cannot be higher."
Sun Bolan obviously felt something was wrong and just pondered.
"It is a common practice for kings to enter the cabinet to listen to government affairs on behalf of the king. It is also the emperor's will and cannot be blocked. However, the King of Qi and the King of Shu have already arranged their arrangements in the court. As long as the king dares to speak out, they will immediately strike with thunder, no matter whether it is justified or not.
Let’s get bored first and then talk.”
"Who dares to get close to the King of Dai after he was slapped with a sap at the first sound?"
Only a fool calls for a preemptive strike. This preemptive tactic is a strategy that Sun Bolan has thought hard about. Hum, without you Wen Xunpeng, wouldn’t we eat pigs?
It's a pity that for some reason, King Dai entered the central cabinet and refused to speak out. He waited and waited but couldn't wait for him to speak out.
He kept silent, but troubles happened one after another outside. The King of Qi was implicated by a big demon, and the King of Shu was implicated by a small border country, both of which were scolded by the emperor.
King Lu was even worse. He was involved in the Shuiyun Temple. I heard that because of Concubine Wei's offering of incense, the emperor suspected that he was not the parent. Recently, I received news that although there was no problem, his mother Concubine Wei was sentenced to death. I
He was even demoted to the rank of county king, which can be said to be out of the game.
Thinking of this, Sun Bolan suddenly felt a sense of inexplicable fear in his heart. He wanted to stand up, but gritted his teeth and sat firmly, taking a sip of wine.
"This incident at Shuiyun Temple has the implication of silencing the royal family, but it cannot be stopped. However, it cannot be stopped from the front, but the matter of the banknotes is very bad." Sun Bolan seemed to have discovered a new world.
"I have to report to the prince when I get back and find someone to find out the person who wrote the manuscript and kill him as a warning to others."
"Not only that, but these newspapers must be controlled."
Just when Sun Bolan was thinking about it, a guard's voice sounded outside the door: "Mr. Sun, Bo Yan is here."
"This is a stupid pig too!"
Sun Bolan was furious. Thinking that he had not been able to kill Wen Xunpeng after entering Prince Dai's Mansion for so long, he couldn't help but scolded: "I can't even do what I told you, you stupid pig!"
But no matter how dissatisfied he was, he was urged several times by King Qi to get the matter done as soon as possible. He could only hold back his anger and said: "Let him in!"
"Mr. Sun, let you in." The palace guard who reported the report said to Bo Yan coldly, his eyes scanning him contemptuously. Although this man was not wearing official uniform, the palace guard also heard that he had obtained an official status.
Damn it, I don’t even have an official position, how can this bitch get it?
Bo Yan's face was a little gloomy, not only the look of the palace guard, but also the scolding Sun Bolan had just heard in the room. He had a good ear and had already made up his mind to kill this person. He had some moral hesitation, but now it is gone.
.
Since Sun Bolan treats him as a slave, what's wrong with killing Sun Bolan himself to seek a better future?
Bo Yan pushed the door in, closed the door with his backhand, looked at the person sitting on the chair, and bowed respectfully: "Mr. Sun."
Sun Bolan didn't let Bo Yan sit down and talk at all. His face was even more gloomy than Bo Yan's. He just said "ha" and said, "Tell me, why are you so reluctant to do your errands? It turns out you're wearing a t-shirt."
Tiger skin? Why didn’t you wear it and show it to me?”
Sun Bolan stood up and circled around Bo Yan, who was standing upright. He scolded Bo Yan with his nose and face: "You have to remember, you are just a reckless person! It was me who helped you say good things in front of the prince. You
Only then do I have the dignity to do things for the prince!"
"Otherwise, what qualifications do you, a pariah, have to gain a foothold in the capital? Do you know that crushing you to death is the same as crushing a bed bug?"
Patting Bo Yan's chest with his hand, Sun Bolan looked sarcastic and shouted more sharply: "Don't think that wearing a tiger's skin makes you an innocent man. Name any one of the lives that died in your hands.
It’s enough for you to go around the execution ground!”
"Do you have any clues in my hand? Besides, even if you don't have any clues, if Prince Qi wants to skin you and chop off your head, it will be as easy as killing a wild dog!"
First he scolded him as a bedbug, then he scolded him as a dog. The anger he had received from King Qi before was doubled by Sun Bolan and he was given to Bo Yan.
In his opinion, Bo Yan is just a dog that he holds on to the rope. The handle is in his hand. If he dares to disobey, Bo Yan will die immediately without a burial place.
So what if Bo Yan is valued by King Dai? Bo Yan is lurking in King Dai's palace. If he is such an undercover agent, can King Dai still trust him if he knows about it?
Since I jumped into the trap in the first place, it’s too late to regret it now!
After saying this, Sun Bolan went to look at Bo Yan's face. He also knew that even a lowly charlatan like Bo Yan would not be able to bear his words. But what if he felt humiliated? Shouldn't he endure it and obey?
But what surprised Sun Bolan was that he didn't see Bo Yan's humiliated and resigned expression, but saw Bo Yan raise his face, nodded, and sneered: "That's why I have to settle everything."
"No, this is just trying to get over the wall."
Sun Bolan's mind buzzed, and the word "danger" appeared. The thin shadow in front of him was originally a dog, but when he suddenly raised his face, he suddenly turned into a wolf!
Although he understood immediately, Sun Bolan, a writer, had a strong brain, but his body reaction was slow. He only had time to take a step back and opened his mouth to shout.
There were a lot of people in this restaurant, but he didn't believe that Bo Yan dared to kill people in public. If he shouted, he would have to leave.
"Wait, I will attack Prince Qi's Mansion when I get back and kill you right away."
Bo Yan's thoughts were fast, and Bo Yan's speed was also fast. As soon as he finished speaking, he took out the short sword in his arms, separated his hands, and separated the scabbard. Almost as soon as he drew the sword, the light of the sword flashed, and only "poof" was heard.
With a sound, it passed through Sun Bolan's heart.